Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers. They belong to Marvel.

"Happy birthday, Iron Man!"

Captain America beamed cheerily at the Avenger that had just gotten a year older – who was anxiously peering past him, trying to see what he was hiding behind his back in his hands.

"Is that my present you've got?"

"It might be." Captain America shrugged. "It might not-"

"GIMME THAT!"

Iron Man swiped the object Captain America was concealing behind him, finding out it was indeed a box covered in colourful gift paper. He started to tear the paper off, eager to find out what was inside the box – just for him.

"I'm sure you're going to love it." Captain America grinned as he watched the birthday superhero open his present. "I think you'll find it's the perfect pressie for you! I thought of you as soon as I saw it!"

Iron Man ripped off the last of the wrapping paper before eagerly opening up the box. He peered inside with a look of excitement…

…only for his face to fell to see what Captain America had given him for his birthday.

"An iron?!"

Iron Man pulled the petty excuse for a gift and held it up before him, turning towards the one who had the nerve to give him such a thing for a present.

"You gave me an iron?!"

"Isn't it great?!" Captain America showed no signs of noticing how outraged with him his comrade was as he beamed as broadly as ever. "Now you have something to carry around which goes with your name! I'm sure you can put it to good use – like ironing all us Avengers' superhero outfits!"

Iron Man was fuming. He had never been given such a terrible, offensive present in all his life – and to be told to use it for a household task was adding insult to injury. He glared at Captain America in all his rage…

…then suddenly hurled the iron at him.

"ARGH!" Captain America howled with alarm as the gift he gave Iron Man flew at him – before it crashed into his face, knocking him out cold. "Ughhh…"

As he lay on the floor unconscious, his fellow superhero stood over him, gazing down at him with a smug smile.

"You're right, Captain America! I can put that gift from you to good use!" Iron Man sneered as he picked up the item he had used to attack his ally. "Not for doing any ironing … but to smash your face in if you ever get me such a dreadful birthday pressie again!"

The end.